", says Scott as he feels her pussy and ass push down on his dick, "Mmmmm I love this.", replies Sara. Then, she stops moving her hips. She reaches do...n and grabs the bottom of her shirt. She slowly pulls it up, exposing her smooth stomach, then her bra, and finally she pulls it over her head and throws it onto the floor. Scott puts his hand on her stomach, feeling her pale, clammy skin. Her tits sit plumply in her bra. Her boobs sit out several inches from her chest, the skin on her tits full. He can destroy the woman with a few words."The other girls see the way I am and want some of me too. They are all little girls even if they are sixteen. Some would spread their legs and happily get pregnant, relying on their trust in me to provide for them and our children."If I am careful, I can guide the girls to a better life. In time I hope they find other mates but some may not be male. I can give them a job and train them to be a productive members of society. In the meantime we can. About an hour into the canyon we have some nice mountains putting us out of the line of sight of the trail we were on with close mountains on three sides as well. It’s late afternoon by now so we’re quick to set up camp and to start unloading the wagons.It doesn’t take Steve and I long to find the gold coins we didn’t know were there; forty strong boxes of them, each with twenty-five thousand dollars in ten dollar gold coins. We reload the wagons with the gold in the lead wagon by starting with. " I laughed back. “I just have sensitive eyes”Kevin laughed. He was the confident type and had just celebrated his 30th birthday at my work. He was tall, about 6'1, and had brown eyes that were already a tad bloodshot. He was like most men in West Palm - kinda cute, somewhat in shape, and loved to drink. Kevin was known as sloppy, yet harmless drunk. The type that would have four beers and start slurring his words but would still be throwing them back my himself at the end of the night.